Beynd the ego. The sense of other shipwrecks

Something to think about while doing the laundry:

Perusing my favourite blogs of late, one theme seems constant.

Going hither and thither, suffering damnably, but always returning to self.
But there is somehow redemption for all that travail. We come to realize that only through trouble, much trouble that we find ouselves. And the reality of others, and their trouble as well.

It may be the source of a smile to republish a poem I had put into a page of my college magazine while myself still in my twenties.

Has one really come a long way...baby?


Ego
By Ivan Prokopchuk

Through the labyrinth of soul
I crawl
U p through the maze
Down to the dregs
And sideways, left, right
But always returning to centre.
Ego centre.